Come Along

Come Along

A Poem by Constance

How  does one control a mountain, a valley, a river, or an ocean?

I am navigating  a vivid landscape filled with hills and vales,ridges and streams,

soft spots and hard rock walls that must be scaled before solace is found...

All within the complex biosphere of my own emotions and longings.

 

I see a light in the distance, a beautiful meadow, but I stand in the desert

On the other side of a towering range of wicked slopes jutting to the sky

Precariously, I lean out over this blank dusty plateau on which I stand

Scanning the hopeful and ever nearer horizon, fearing that before I reach it

I will perish from the thirst for belonging and love, passion and promise.

 

My hand trembles at my eyes, attempting to block out the glare above

And my feet dig into the dry earth, stabilizing... I am perched for change

Eager to take the journey toward a place I can call home... no matter how far.

I seek to take you with me, into that beautiful green world within my soul

I would not ask that you follow, but that you stand at my side, hold my hand.

 

Kiss me, and I'll take you there, wrap your arms around me, and we will soar

And should you fall, I will catch you up into the finely feathered wings...

The wings you gave to me by doing nothing more than being you, and with me

I can go there without you, I can go there alone, given time... but I'd rather

Run away with you to the place where we don't have to hide what we feel

 

The landscape of my emotions, it can become flooded or it can be saved

You do not hold that power, but I have more will to control it when you

Are standing watch, not far away, ready to step in and comfort me

And you cause little earthquakes, spasms of passion and resolve

But they do not waste the earth at my feet, rather open up a cavern

A lighted, clean, easily trodden path that is set before us... so come along?

 

 

 

© 2008 Constance


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First, I must comment that having a special someone who puts the wind beneath your wings makes life's possibilities come alive. Oh, yes, all those possibilities were there before, but love opens our hearts to accepting that "I can" attitude. I really did enjoy this poem and hope that special someone does come along and your path is better for it! :-) Sharon

Posted 16 Years Ago


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I want to come along on what promises to be a great ride...love you do it well

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a strong and nourishing piece because it is a symbiosis of inner and outer landscape, nature.

It's as if the memory of nature's simple solace is internalized to further sustain human love, feelings, and that love gives back to the landscape of memory, and indeed the literal landscape of the world, for this is all a mysterious arising of myriad effects.

Thanks for the inspiration.




Posted 16 Years Ago


First, I must comment that having a special someone who puts the wind beneath your wings makes life's possibilities come alive. Oh, yes, all those possibilities were there before, but love opens our hearts to accepting that "I can" attitude. I really did enjoy this poem and hope that special someone does come along and your path is better for it! :-) Sharon

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow. (Applause)

I've read a lot of your work and this is my favorite so far. This was a story in itself and such a mesmerizing journey. You have a great grasp of expressing your imagery. Tons of emotion is released in this piece. Loved it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Constance
Constance

A Small Town in, KS



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I write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..

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